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Oh, my love...
Why do you remain hidden?
Why is it then that lies and deceit follow your every step,
Yet I can not?
Why is it then that your touch is not but a soft wind?
Why is it then that it is imposable to remember...
Why do you remain hidden?
Why is it then that lies and deceit follow your every step,
Yet I can not?
Why is it then that your touch is not but a soft wind?
Why is it then that it is imposable to remember...